The Wallclimber

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning shaking, I couldn't recall why until I felt the dry tears on my face and realized how much I sobbed the night before. I'm pathetic but then again I did just lose the only person who ever meant anything to me. I sat up straight and yawned. As I was slowly climbing off the huge bed, the front door slammed.

I jumped up and rubbed my eyes, attempting to focus myself. The guns were still on me- brilliant Clara falling asleep with live guns strapped onto you. Though my morning breath could paralyze any living soul, I ran downstairs with both pistols in my hands.

The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I placed the guns back in the hosters and headed upstairs without a word. I checked each of the rooms, all empty.

They left, the only possibly friends I could've made very quickly. I sighed heavily and brushed my teeth, hair, put some deodorant on, and changed out of my uniform and into some short shorts and a button up plaid shirt. Once done, I hid all the toothpaste, tooth brushes, brushes, combs, deodorants, wipes, toilet paper, and any facial creams or sunblock in my dad's secret closet. It was made of steel and had three different kinds of locks on it. I didn't count the fourth considering it was tech.

Before I left the house, I found some sunglasses on and fixed up my guns. I shut the door behind me gently and headed off to where all the commotion apparently was: Perdido Beach. I took one step forward and looked down at the weapons on me. Wouldn't kids freak out if they saw this weaponry on me? A sharp breath passed my lips as a spun around, hid the guns, keeping one small pistol on me, and then finally left the house.

It was a reasonable amount of distance between my house and the public school. I had a feeling that those kids would be kinder than the radicals at Coates.

"Oh my fucking God!""Someone help!" "Dude did you see that?"

"Is everyone okay?"

"I dont know!"

"There's someone in there!"

I tilted my head, curious of what all the screams were about. As I passed a small hill, my eyes widened at the sight of chaos.

Kids scampered around, most of them away from the hellish flames, but a few stayed back. Their screams were louder and even more blood-curling than those of people trapped in the burning homes.

I ran towards the kids, jaw hanging open in awe. Children my age and younger pushed past me.

"Is there anything I can do to help?!" I called out at one girl who looked to be six years old.

The little redhead shook her head and stared at the house on her knees, defeated.

"My big sister... She went back for Tommy"

"Who's Tommy?" I lowered my voice a bit, still staring at the house. I was contemplating whether or not to go in there.

"My favorite stuffed animal..." she looked at me, tears in her hazel eyes. "He's a penguin" A whimper escaped her mouth as she gripped onto my leg.

I gently pet the girl's hair that seemed to match the color of the flames. "I'm sure she'll be alright" I tried to calm her down not knowing what else to say.

"Promise?" She looked at me, with a glimmer of hope. A lost puppy with no home.

"I can't make any promises, but I can take care of you and make sure you survive this for her, if you want" I offered, sympathetically. I couldn't promise her sister would be alive, that's just cruel. Though, making sure this girl will be able to live for her sister, seemed to make the girl happier as if she knew that's what her family and especially her older sister would have wanted.